When he wrote this, the spirit of the old academician gradually dispersed.

He lifted his spirits, took a closer look at the thirty pieces of clothing on the ground, and then sighed slightly.

When a dirty bomb is detonated, it is not a flame or an electric current that is used, but the human soul.

That's why thirty daredevils are needed.

As for the flesh and blood of these thirty daredevils, they have long been consumed as nutrients when their souls mutate.

The old academician wrote in the communicator: "It has been established that the human soul is indeed the only way to detonate a dirty bomb. But I think it is not necessary to use human souls, but also evil souls, and even artificial souls to fluctuate! ”

"The specific method can be carefully studied if necessary."

Suddenly, he felt something strange about his palm.

When I looked closely, I realized that a pair of eyes had also grown out of my palms, staring at me with a smile.

At first, it was just a pair of eyes, but soon a nose appeared under the eyes, then a mouth, and finally even ears and a face appeared.

It was as if a human face had appeared in relief on the back of his hand.

The old academician's hands began to get a little out of control.

He wanted to turn off the communicator, but after thinking about it, the old academician wrote: "My body has been mutated, and it is likely that my hands cannot be controlled by myself. ”

"From now on, all records and messages that pass on the past will not be counted! It's possible that the mutant soul passed it on through my hand! ”

"But you can analyze the intelligence of the mutated souls based on the messages delivered......"

When he wrote this, the face on the back of his hand expanded rapidly, and then there was a strange laugh in his mouth: "I am you, you are me, you and I are the same, why can't you count?" ”

The old academician smiled: "Yes, I am you, you are me." But the people of the First Research Institute of Middle-earth don't think so. ”

"You can borrow my hand to deliver the news, do you see if the academicians of Middle-earth will believe it!"

The face on the back of his hand roared, and then quickly spread down his arm and neck.

In an instant, the two faces overlapped, constantly distorting and struggling.

I don't know how long it took for the old academician to open his eyes again, but this time the old academician's appearance has changed, and it is vaguely the face on the back of his hand.

The "old academician" looked down at the communicator that had fallen to the ground, and reached out to take it.

But two more faces appeared on his left and right hands.

The old academician roared angrily: "This is my body!" I don't care about you! I don't care about you! ”

The two new faces were deaf and still spreading upwards rapidly.

Angry, he roared angrily, and while he could still control his hands, his left and right hands slashed at each other. Both arms fell to the ground.

As soon as the arm fell to the ground, countless flesh-like things emerged from the broken part.

Then hands and feet grew out of their arms again, and with the strange human face, they quickly climbed away into the distance.

The old academician with a broken arm sneered, and said firmly again: "I said, this is my arm!" ”

Then he rolled over and drilled, directly smashing the underground wooden door blocked by the runes, trying to break through the ground.

At this time, Xilin Gol City has become a hell.

Under the super S-level, almost everyone is producing soul mutations.

Some people are directly mad and constantly attack their companions around them.

There are also people whose souls are split into several pieces, and each piece is manipulating the body to get out of their body.

These split souls, either with their internal organs as their bodies or their limbs as their bodies, have a struggle with their original bodies.

They tried to devour their original bodies to evolve new ones, and some of them succeeded, causing them to become nondescript deformities.

Some failed, but they were cut off by their original bodies and became independent.

But whether it succeeded or failed, when it all happened to everyone, the whole city was in chaos.

The S-class powerhouse is terrified, and constantly uses powerful souls to resist mutations.

Under this extreme fear, they didn't even ignore the military order, just shouted, turned around and ran.

The new immortals were dumbfounded, and the faces of several super S-level powerhouses around them also changed greatly.

They didn't even know what was happening, and the whole army collapsed.

The new immortal looked at the chaotic subordinates in a trembling manner, and shouted, "Retreat!" Exit Xilin Gol City now! ”

In fact, there was no need for him to give an order, and the defeated immortal soldiers had already fled one after another.

I stood in mid-air and looked down, and the 20,000 immortal soldiers and 10,000 holy knights who entered the city had lost almost a third!

Even if the rest fled, most of their strength was exhausted by fighting against the soul mutation.

At this time, if there is a helicopter gunship formation, it is estimated that it can sweep the entire battlefield.

It's a pity that soul mutation is uncontrollable, and it doesn't distinguish between friend and foe.

If the helicopter formation comes here, the biggest possibility is that it will end up like the other party.

My dad suddenly appeared next to me and said, "What's the matter?" ”

I replied softly, "It's terrible! ”

Yes, even though I am strong and my soul is indestructible, I still can't help but break out in a cold sweat when I see this scene.

There are only thirteen weapons to be gained, and if they are abused, won't Middle-earth be finished in minutes?

No wonder the old academician insisted on staying in person to record the data, he was probably uneasy, right?

Such a weapon should never have been introduced!

My dad looked at me and said, "War is like that, no matter how ugly it is, it can come out." ”

"Now that you have seen the power of this thing, in a short period of time, I am afraid that the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance will not be able to eliminate the impact of soul mutation."

"Let's go!"

I nodded and said, "Let's go!" ”

If not manually removed, the effects of the soul mutation will last for about thirty years.

Within 30 years, this place will be a dead place, and no one will be able to get close to it.

But the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance is not a soft persimmon, and it will definitely find a way to clean up these mutated souls.

Especially in the Holy Kingdom, they also have specialized research departments.

It's just that if you want to clear this area, it will take a long time.

But that's what we need.

As long as we have two months, the Great Wall defense line will be impregnable, and it will be impossible for any demon to cross the Great Wall defense line even a single step!

I glanced at the chaotic Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance in the distance again, and resolutely gave up the decision to raid Zhifeizi.

You can't kill it.

Even if the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance is in chaos now, I don't have a chance to kill Zhifeizi.

I sighed, and then the wings of the wind and thunder shook slightly, and I had already followed my father to the south.